I missed the air particles at Ethan's place. Here, running away from something that's not even chasing me, the air particles manage to croak; "Run, run, run."
And then it hit me. What I was really running away from was chasing me. I was running away from my emotions and I didn't realize that they were, in fact, backpacked onto me. They were heavily weighing down on my back. My back felt fragile, broken... like my heart.
I felt like crashing to the ground. The thick tears and emotions were superior, rising above me. The দিন before at school when I nearly melted my esophogaus, I felt numb, besides the physical pain. I scanned the ground desperately. I managed to spot something. I leaned against it, its surface cold. A dumpster. It towered above me. I tried standing on a soggy cardboard box. Someone had drawn on it with a Sharpie and turned it into a club house. They hard and steady rhythm of the rain had soaked the box and poked holes in it. It may have just been a cardboard box, but I could just imagine the tears streaming down some kid's face. It was আরো than a box to them. When the bad economy came and pounded on Annabella's family, it forced them to sink down, and they were fragile. Her parents both were unemployed so they moved all the way to Colorado. They were the box, and I was the child. Everyone saw Annabella as just some student at Kiser Middle, but she was আরো to me. And when that child's laying in their বিছানা weeping for their ruined club house, আপনি know I'll be weeping for my best friend.
I stood on the box to long and my heavy tears weighed me down and I fell to the ground. I heard a loud, sick, snap. I sat up and my arm hung awkwardly. I searched my pockets for my phone, but I couldn't find it. I saw it sinking into a puddle out of the corner of my eye
Well.. this was pain. I was looking for something to hurt myself, but I didn't even have to try. Thats really all I remember because then it was black and I was dreaming about falling down a never ending hole and crying and screaming as if someone could help me. I was helpless.
Someone once told me your dreams reflect how আপনি feel. When I first went to Kiser in the 6th grade I had dreams about schools full of aliens and cacti in the hallways. This was when I had my mama and she called me crazy. The therapist told me I was experiencing certain emotions to cause the dream like feeling হারিয়ে গেছে and out of place because everything was so new and weird to me.
And then I woke up and I was crying. It wasn't crying like a girl with a broken হৃদয় but it was আরো a "I can't take this, somebody help me" cry. I was crying for no reason in particular- That was a lie I told someone who walked by. I was crying because I was feeling weak, and helpless. Like a child in the middle of parents arguing, hungry for a divorce. And then it was all black again. Not a deep sleep, but a faint. In my head, I saw a cyclone of yellows and blacks and stars.
I don't remember any one ever coming but I guess they did because I woke I woke up in my own bed. Cleetus was there at my feet, of course. With a nasty rawhide. Yuck.
And then it hit me. What I was really running away from was chasing me. I was running away from my emotions and I didn't realize that they were, in fact, backpacked onto me. They were heavily weighing down on my back. My back felt fragile, broken... like my heart.
I felt like crashing to the ground. The thick tears and emotions were superior, rising above me. The দিন before at school when I nearly melted my esophogaus, I felt numb, besides the physical pain. I scanned the ground desperately. I managed to spot something. I leaned against it, its surface cold. A dumpster. It towered above me. I tried standing on a soggy cardboard box. Someone had drawn on it with a Sharpie and turned it into a club house. They hard and steady rhythm of the rain had soaked the box and poked holes in it. It may have just been a cardboard box, but I could just imagine the tears streaming down some kid's face. It was আরো than a box to them. When the bad economy came and pounded on Annabella's family, it forced them to sink down, and they were fragile. Her parents both were unemployed so they moved all the way to Colorado. They were the box, and I was the child. Everyone saw Annabella as just some student at Kiser Middle, but she was আরো to me. And when that child's laying in their বিছানা weeping for their ruined club house, আপনি know I'll be weeping for my best friend.
I stood on the box to long and my heavy tears weighed me down and I fell to the ground. I heard a loud, sick, snap. I sat up and my arm hung awkwardly. I searched my pockets for my phone, but I couldn't find it. I saw it sinking into a puddle out of the corner of my eye
Well.. this was pain. I was looking for something to hurt myself, but I didn't even have to try. Thats really all I remember because then it was black and I was dreaming about falling down a never ending hole and crying and screaming as if someone could help me. I was helpless.
Someone once told me your dreams reflect how আপনি feel. When I first went to Kiser in the 6th grade I had dreams about schools full of aliens and cacti in the hallways. This was when I had my mama and she called me crazy. The therapist told me I was experiencing certain emotions to cause the dream like feeling হারিয়ে গেছে and out of place because everything was so new and weird to me.
And then I woke up and I was crying. It wasn't crying like a girl with a broken হৃদয় but it was আরো a "I can't take this, somebody help me" cry. I was crying for no reason in particular- That was a lie I told someone who walked by. I was crying because I was feeling weak, and helpless. Like a child in the middle of parents arguing, hungry for a divorce. And then it was all black again. Not a deep sleep, but a faint. In my head, I saw a cyclone of yellows and blacks and stars.
I don't remember any one ever coming but I guess they did because I woke I woke up in my own bed. Cleetus was there at my feet, of course. With a nasty rawhide. Yuck.
The Pillsbury Doughboy died yesterday of a yeast infection and trauma complications from repeated pokes in the belly. He was 71. Doughboy was buried in a lightly greased coffin. Dozens of যশস্বী turned out to pay their respects, including Mrs. Butterworth, Hungry Jack, the California Raisins, Betty Crocker, the Hostess Twinkies, and Captain Crunch. The gravesite was piled high with flours. Aunt Jemima delivered the eulogy and lovingly described Doughboy as a man who never knew how much he was kneaded. Doughboy rose quickly in প্রদর্শনী business, but his later life was filled with turnovers. He was not considered a very smart cookie, wasting much of his dough on half-baked schemes. Despite being a little flaky at times he still was a crusty old man and was considered a positive roll model for millions. Doughboy is survived দ্বারা his wife Play Dough, two children, John Dough and Jane Dough, plus they had one in the oven. He is also survived দ্বারা his elderly father, Pop Tart.
Shaun
I watched two little girls playing, watching one in particular. She reminded me painfully of Serena. The little girl pulled her friend to her feet and ran towards a woman that I recognized.
It was her. At first I was sure I was halluncinating.
Her dark hair was a little longer than I had seen it last. She was wearing a black pencil স্কার্ট and a deep blue blouse. She looked happy as the girl ran up to her.
She hugged the little girl. Their hair was the same colour.
I watched numbly as Serena looked at the child with unfathomable প্রণয় as she told her something.
Serena looked up at me, pain and shock evident on her face.
I watched two little girls playing, watching one in particular. She reminded me painfully of Serena. The little girl pulled her friend to her feet and ran towards a woman that I recognized.
It was her. At first I was sure I was halluncinating.
Her dark hair was a little longer than I had seen it last. She was wearing a black pencil স্কার্ট and a deep blue blouse. She looked happy as the girl ran up to her.
She hugged the little girl. Their hair was the same colour.
I watched numbly as Serena looked at the child with unfathomable প্রণয় as she told her something.
Serena looked up at me, pain and shock evident on her face.
Shaun
About an ঘন্টা after she called me, I was still sitting there. Unresponsive.
The phone rang again. I forced myself to pick it up.
It was Serena. She was crying.
"I couldn't do it," she said, before hanging up again.
Serena
I couldn't do it. As soon as I was out of the clinic, I drove home. When I'd parked my car, I couldn't hold the tears back.
I looked up, shocked. I had gone to my mother's house.
I stumbled out of the car, and my mother came running out. I collapsed in her warm arms, still sobbing.
Kate
I hear my daughter. Crying. I run outside, and hug my angel, my little angel.
I don't try to make her tell me what's wrong. She'll tell me when she wants to. I know her that well.
About an ঘন্টা after she called me, I was still sitting there. Unresponsive.
The phone rang again. I forced myself to pick it up.
It was Serena. She was crying.
"I couldn't do it," she said, before hanging up again.
Serena
I couldn't do it. As soon as I was out of the clinic, I drove home. When I'd parked my car, I couldn't hold the tears back.
I looked up, shocked. I had gone to my mother's house.
I stumbled out of the car, and my mother came running out. I collapsed in her warm arms, still sobbing.
Kate
I hear my daughter. Crying. I run outside, and hug my angel, my little angel.
I don't try to make her tell me what's wrong. She'll tell me when she wants to. I know her that well.
Shaun
Three months later, we were apparently "an item".
She had me twisted around her little finger. She could have made me jump in front of a bus, all that was needed was one look from her "love me, আপনি know আপনি want to" চকোলেট brown eyes.
I paid attention to her every move, her every word.
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When I first told her I loved her, I was expecting rejection, but she surprised me. She kissed me, and ব্যক্ত she loved me too. The sun revolved around where she stood.
Nothing else mattered.
Three months later, we were apparently "an item".
She had me twisted around her little finger. She could have made me jump in front of a bus, all that was needed was one look from her "love me, আপনি know আপনি want to" চকোলেট brown eyes.
I paid attention to her every move, her every word.
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When I first told her I loved her, I was expecting rejection, but she surprised me. She kissed me, and ব্যক্ত she loved me too. The sun revolved around where she stood.
Nothing else mattered.
this is aqua
